"Poor thing, I feel sorry for him.."

She swore if Jemma said that one more time she was going to hurl her outside the jet at five thousand feet. She loved her to death, but seriously did she have to keep saying that? Caleb was shy enough without her saying that, even if he couldn't hear it, the look on her face was explanation enough.

The 'poor thing' as Simmons constantly referred to him as, was bouncing the soccer(foot ball for those outside the US) ball, Hunter had donated, off the wall of his containment room. He was much more calm than Joey had been in transitioning, something Mack and Hunter teased about on a daily basis, how could they not Caleb was a almost half his age.

The fourteen year old, as she'd discovered through some simple file digging, had yet to show any signs of changing except for his physical appearance. That Daisy still had not seen completely, she'd seen his hands, claws and all, and the shadow of his face. She almost wished Raina was here, Caleb could use someone who had physically changed like he had.

"Did you used to play?"

He looked up, stopping the ball with his foot. "I was more of a stay at home and play board games kind of kid."

'And I like board games.'

"Oh? ...Well, I happen to know where a certain board game is sitting, collecting dust. Though I'll have to warn you, I'm pretty good." She said, teasingly angling her head towards the door.

The teen looked between the door and her, a question rising in his amber eyes. "Isn't it against the rules for me to leave this box till I'm cleared?"

She bit her bottom lip, nodding her head. "Yeah... I've never been good with rules..." Daisy couldn't hide her smirk any longer as she opened the doors. "Come on."

And they were off, racing from the containment before anyone could tell them they were breaking protocol. Not like they didn't already know. They knew perfectly well, that's why when they saw Fitz-Simmons and Mack in the hallway they didn't slow their steps. If anything, they picked up speed, in hopes of avoiding punishment.

He held onto her hand without fear, and she didn't even feel like flinching at the now familiar texture. He was the kid brother she never had the chance to have, she wasn't going to pass up an opportunity to beat him at battleship. Or any other game she could find in the base. First stop, her bunk.

The adrenaline of a would be childhood memory had them smirking silently to each other as they leaned against the inside of her sliding doors. Listening for any footsteps that might be coming their way.

"With any luck, they'll think we ran straight past." She breathed, peeking out the crack. "That should give us enough time to play at least one round of Battleship."

Caleb's face lit up at the game, he looked like how a normal kid was supposed to react to a classic. Excited and looking to win. Her smile was more for him, as she remembered the last time she'd played, or the last she'd even touched a board game.

'I don't want to ruin the moment, but I'm gonna have to respond with... G4.

There had been silence as he'd frowned looking down at his board. That had been so long ago, but she wouldn't let the past stop her from playing this game and hopefully making Caleb feel more welcome.

"Are you ready to lose?" She asked, watching determination spark, while they arranged their ships.

"That depends. Are you?"

"Woah, is that a challenge?" Daisy asked, genuinely surprised, that was the closest thing to sass she had ever heard leave the teen's lips. He was usually so quiet and polite, for the most part. The smirk that had yet to leave his lips grew more devious as he met her gaze.

"G7."

"Miss. B2."

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"You think you've got me kid, but you're dealing with the master of battleship."

"You can't be a master of battleship. Its just taking random stabs in the dark. E9."

Daisy would have chuckled, had she not just looked to find where he had blindly struck.

'The kiddie gloves are off.'

"Hit..." She said it through her teeth, glaring at the red peg as she put it on her ship. "It may be, but stabbing in the dark is one of my many talents. D4."

"Nope, is it really? F9."

She almost growled as she stared down at her board, there were more red spots than there were white, and she knew for a fact his board only had five red pegs, from the two ships she'd sunk.

"Come on Daisy, say it."

'Say it, Ward. Say it.'

She scowled like the hydra spy had, a sigh leaving her lips in slight annoyance. She felt like she was sitting cross legged on her bed with Ward less than a foot from her in the same position, both with the old battleship board game on their lap, not the teen inhuman.

Caleb was smirking at her the way she had been when She'd beaten her old S.O. He knew he'd beaten her, he just wanted her to say it.

'You sank my battleship.'

Daisy sighed again, leaning back. "You sank my battleship."

'Yes!'

'Alright, best two out of three.'

'I beat you!'

'Best two out of three.'

'Best I won out of nothing.'

"Hah! You call yourself the master."

"Alright another round."

"I beat you!"

"Best two out of three." She felt like she was talking to a younger her, the way he was gloating. Damn she missed those days. "Come on, best two out of threes."

"Ready to lose again?" he had a devilish smirk splayed across his lips, his jagged teeth glinting dangerously. If she hadn't seen weirder things she probably would have been scared, but she knew Caleb. He was as normal as a kid that had gone through terrigenesis could be.

"In your dreams, little man."

Laughter and more childish trash talking followed as they launched into another assault on each others ships. No longer as quiet as they were for their first game, they forgot they were hiding in the older inhuman's bunk.

"This feels familiar." Said the man, standing at the hall's entrance, a few rooms away from where Daisy and Caleb were playing.

"Yes, very familiar." He glanced back to see the Asian woman smirking slightly.

"You heard what she said, right? About separating the parasite from Ward."

The up turn of her lips was gone in an instant, gravity dragging them down. "Do you believe she'll find a way to save him?" Though May couldn't blame Daisy for who she loved, she was still very much against anything that meant possible redemption for the spy.

"I dunno. In some ways, I really hope she can't find a solution. Yet when I think of how I felt watching Rosalind die, I can't wish such a pain on Skye."

"Daisy." The woman corrected.

"Oh yeah.. Daisy, I know she'd force herself to be there, to watch him die. It wouldn't be fair if I didn't give her the chance to save him." Coulson turned his gaze back to the cracked open door. Where the young woman's smile was just visible. "I've already killed him once anyway."

"I'm more concerned with what the real Ward will do if he is released from the alien. We don't know what he'll do or if he even still wants Daisy."

"He did seem pretty upset when Agent 33 died." The director agreed. "That's what I'm afraid of most. She's shot him once, who is to say he won't do the same?"

May crossed her arms over her chest as she thought for a moment. "I don't want her to be anywhere near him, with or without the parasite." She concluded, turning to leave.

"Agreed, inform the team, any news regarding Ward is to be kept silent until his capture."

"She won't like being kept outside the loop."

"Just make sure everyone is notified." He smirked slightly at the look May gave him. She was thinking of how Daisy would react when she found out. "It's safer this way."

"Is it really?"

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A little shorter than I would have liked

Also, for anyone who might be going to the same movie theater, if you see a togruta when you go to see the new star wars movie, at around 12:30, it's probably me.

Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed. I'll try to upload again soon!

Hope everyone has a great holiday if I don't upload before Christmas/Hanuka, or whatever you celebrate.